Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Get the safe room, you ain't safe dude
I got money just to find where you escape dude
I know niggas not gon' save you with a cape dude
Bodybuildin' dumbbells out of shape dude
And what the brakes do, I never hit em
Rather leave my engine suspended if I don't get em
Blow a check like I know where we can get em next
And drive my spaceship clean till you break your neck
I'm on official business, I got my shit together
Tell another nigga tryna be like me
He gonna feel this weather
Have his top peeled back like bananas
Cause the game ain't been the same since I ran it
Throw a temper tantrum while I'm blowin' money in the Galleria
Leave the function with a bitch, I call her Mona Lisa
She a stupid diva, her body got stupid features
Like if I compared her to an album, you don't wanna hear it
Guess we keep her in the trunk with a lot of heaters
Bring her out when I need a trophy, like nice to meet ya
Premium gas and my dealers always got the best
I put this bitch in the sport mode if you give me head
Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Ace who, bitch give me a Maybach with some leg room
Talkin' all this shit like they hate who
Only space for one great, better f*ckin' make room
You won't see me stoppin', I'm colorblind at a traffic light
Stuntin' like I'm playin' at casinos with some magic dice
I can take your shorty off to Vegas like it's paradise
And wake up in the morning, drive my Rari to a better life
Even if I'm lyin', I got niggas that won't spare your life
Don't question my balance of money, and all these bitches
I just want hydraulics on my Caddy with the switches
I'm a diamond in the rough, in the ditches
And I crush your empire just to see the cookie crumble in the kitchen
This is difficult if you don't see the way I see it
I know drivin' in Honda's from my city is decent
I told my momma I'm coppin' a Benz for the weekend
And I'm outta this world with my spaceship leavin'
But for the moment, enjoy my company like you need it
I got an ego as big as my dick, I gotta feed it
Girl, your pussy is juicy, so I just gotta eat it
And I don't care if the radio will never repeat this, cause I'm
Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
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Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Get the safe room, you ain't safe dude
I got money just to find where you escape dude
I know niggas not gon' save you with a cape dude
Bodybuildin' dumbbells out of shape dude
And what the brakes do, I never hit em
Rather leave my engine suspended if I don't get em
Blow a check like I know where we can get em next
And drive my spaceship clean till you break your neck
I'm on official business, I got my shit together
Tell another nigga tryna be like me
He gonna feel this weather
Have his top peeled back like bananas
Cause the game ain't been the same since I ran it
Throw a temper tantrum while I'm blowin' money in the Galleria
Leave the function with a bitch, I call her Mona Lisa
She a stupid diva, her body got stupid features
Like if I compared her to an album, you don't wanna hear it
Guess we keep her in the trunk with a lot of heaters
Bring her out when I need a trophy, like nice to meet ya
Premium gas and my dealers always got the best
I put this bitch in the sport mode if you give me head
Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Ace who, bitch give me a Maybach with some leg room
Talkin' all this shit like they hate who
Only space for one great, better f*ckin' make room
You won't see me stoppin', I'm colorblind at a traffic light
Stuntin' like I'm playin' at casinos with some magic dice
I can take your shorty off to Vegas like it's paradise
And wake up in the morning, drive my Rari to a better life
Even if I'm lyin', I got niggas that won't spare your life
Don't question my balance of money, and all these bitches
I just want hydraulics on my Caddy with the switches
I'm a diamond in the rough, in the ditches
And I crush your empire just to see the cookie crumble in the kitchen
This is difficult if you don't see the way I see it
I know drivin' in Honda's from my city is decent
I told my momma I'm coppin' a Benz for the weekend
And I'm outta this world with my spaceship leavin'
But for the moment, enjoy my company like you need it
I got an ego as big as my dick, I gotta feed it
Girl, your pussy is juicy, so I just gotta eat it
And I don't care if the radio will never repeat this, cause I'm
Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Get the safe room, you ain't safe dude
I got money just to find where you escape dude
I know niggas not gon' save you with a cape dude
Bodybuildin' dumbbells out of shape dude
And what the brakes do, I never hit em
Rather leave my engine suspended if I don't get em
Blow a check like I know where we can get em next
And drive my spaceship clean till you break your neck
I'm on official business, I got my shit together
Tell another nigga tryna be like me
He gonna feel this weather
Have his top peeled back like bananas
Cause the game ain't been the same since I ran it
Throw a temper tantrum while I'm blowin' money in the Galleria
Leave the function with a bitch, I call her Mona Lisa
She a stupid diva, her body got stupid features
Like if I compared her to an album, you don't wanna hear it
Guess we keep her in the trunk with a lot of heaters
Bring her out when I need a trophy, like nice to meet ya
Premium gas and my dealers always got the best
I put this bitch in the sport mode if you give me head
Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Ace who, bitch give me a Maybach with some leg room
Talkin' all this shit like they hate who
Only space for one great, better f*ckin' make room
You won't see me stoppin', I'm colorblind at a traffic light
Stuntin' like I'm playin' at casinos with some magic dice
I can take your shorty off to Vegas like it's paradise
And wake up in the morning, drive my Rari to a better life
Even if I'm lyin', I got niggas that won't spare your life
Don't question my balance of money, and all these bitches
I just want hydraulics on my Caddy with the switches
I'm a diamond in the rough, in the ditches
And I crush your empire just to see the cookie crumble in the kitchen
This is difficult if you don't see the way I see it
I know drivin' in Honda's from my city is decent
I told my momma I'm coppin' a Benz for the weekend
And I'm outta this world with my spaceship leavin'
But for the moment, enjoy my company like you need it
I got an ego as big as my dick, I gotta feed it
Girl, your pussy is juicy, so I just gotta eat it
And I don't care if the radio will never repeat this, cause I'm
Ridin' in a space coupe, yeah with escape routes
Doors be suicide like I hate loot
Drivin' it on 90 like I hate blues
But pull up from your city like I hate you
Writer: Juan Santos
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid